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Raspberry perfumes the scent of my storeroom but see my money don't talk. Instead it shines holding me together in pressed fashion like milk does my milkshakes, as butter to a skillet,
These winds of a thousand cascading leaves carry me away... The strangled melody of childless mothers beats my wings; To be born in the heart of horns, floating like feathers
Water pouring from the sky   Evading our dry space   Wearing down our homes and businesses   Erasing entire landscapes  
Category Five By: Deniqua Washington Like a glimmer of light flashing off the tips of my skin. The sun peering at me, through clouds,  Unfortunately I don’t know where it ends.
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